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#꒰͡ ♡ vendetta leon ♡ ͡꒱ㅤ
leonsbunny · 5 months
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Oh, Pretty Boy
( Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || sitting on a staircase your husband ♡ angst with comfort )
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Oh, if Leon could, he would keep you close to his heart, always. He already keeps you in his wallet. How close could he get?
That's where you should be, with him, he thought. You made him feel young again, like he had some sort of control in his life.
A security blanket, open and loving. Always waiting for him to come home, excitedly embracing him like you haven't seen him in years. Even if it's only been hours- can't help but worry for an old man like him, huh? Poor baby.
And there he finds himself, draped over your shoulder by the arm. You sit together with him on the carpeted stairs of your shared home.
“Pretty boy…” his blues focus on you as you speak, his eyes droopy. Tired. A bit unhappy with how lonely he's left you since he came back.
All Leon wanted now was you.
To be the object of your affection, to have his company wanted, needed because he was himself. For him. Was he selfish for wanting to be loved by you? All he wanted was to be the object of your love.
All Leon needed was you to keep him grounded. To be loved by you meant that he at least did something right in his life, even if it wasn't what he wanted it to be.
In your hands was a small locket. An intricate, silver locket.
You smile as you present it to Leon, “I uh..got this for you, hon.” The way you hesitate to present the locket to him was cute, Leon thought. A sweet thing like you shy around him? What an honor. You gently shove it towards Leon. He looks down at the locket, no words leaving his lips for a solid moment.
“You…you got this for me?” He asks if it wasn't already obvious enough. That you did, in fact, get it for him. It was right in front of him. You eagerly nod your head, your smile widening.
He blinks as he stares down. You cared enough to get him a locket? Just for him?
He blinks more, his blues wash over with tears. He was crying? Over some locket? Leon sniffles, corners of his eyes folding into creased lines as he narrows them to hide his tears.
“Aww sweetie..” his gruff voice softens, his bleary eyes drop down to look at the locket again.
And, his blues fill with tears again. The more he thought about it, the more he realized you cared for him.
It was a bit foreign to him, this feeling. Made him feel fuzzy. Like TV static. He couldn't really explain it.
He gently holds the locket, thumbing it open with his hand.
The locket clicks open, and inside was a photo of you. All smiley and sweet, just how Leon liked seeing you. If you were happy, Leon was, too. If you were mad, he'd be mad with you.
Although you couldn't see it, his heart was beating in his chest like a metronome back and forth. His heart in his ribcage was he too old to say he could feel it in his bones? Oh, Leon didn't want to dwell on that now. He was already beginning to feel nostalgic about what was happening right now, and it wasn't even over. Leon was in the moment.
In the moment with you.
This wasn't like the movies. He had to remind himself. There wasn't an end credit scene.
Well, at least not yet.
“Oh..” He mouths, blinking. His lash line fills with tears again. The harsh lines in the corners of his eyes soften as he looks at the picture of you inside the locket. “What are you, a mind reader?” He chuckles softly, running his thumb along the surface of the photo you somehow stuffed into such a small thing. Leon could never.
You don't answer his quip. Instead, you brush away the hair framing his face. “Are you…are you crying?” You ask softly. He looks toward you before quickly looking away. “N-no, no, I'm not crying. Shit…” He murmurs the last part under his breath. You caught him. You did it. You caught Leon crying. It was obvious. You've seen him cry before. You could tell by his slight stammer, his avoidant gaze, that he was going to cry.
And yet Leon acted like his heart was going to explode into pieces if he did cry. Like it was wrong to cry. It wasn't wrong. But to Leon, it felt wrong to cry in front of a sweet thing like you. He didn't like crying at all. He absolutely despised the stammer he had whenever he teared up. Lower lip shaking, his blues clouding up in warm tears.
“I'm not crying.” He denies, though it was obvious that he was. “But you are crying,” you murmur softly, pushing his hair behind his ear. You just had to see his face.
He tries to push down your worries by chuckling, though it came out more shaky than he wanted it to be. “You're crying, hon.” You repeat, wrapping your arms around him. “It's okay.”
Leon sighs shakily, leaning into your embrace. His posture softens, drooping down against yours. “What did I do to deserve you, sweet thing?” He murmurs onto the crown of your head, his eyes wander from your face, down to the locket again.
“You did the right thing, hon. C'mon..don't be like that.” You reply, drawing out your words like soft lines in the air. Like nostalgic cords of a song Leon couldn't remember the verses to.
Hearing you say that, hearing it come from your lips makes the tears clouding his vision finally fall. “Don't…don't be like that..” Leon replies in a low whisper.
He embraces you, taking in your warmth. Soaking it in as best as he could through his leather jacket.
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leonsbunny · 3 months
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Only The Ones Who Know ♡
( Vendetta!Leon x GN!reader || comforting your husband who hates crying ♡ mentions of wanting to commit suicide , near death experiences during the events of re4 , self-doubt , Leon is drunk || angst with comfort ♡ writing this made me cry/pos || ask to tag if needed )
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Weeping at your feet, he clutches onto you, clinging to your legs with his cheek resting on your knee.
Leon was crying. Crying on the floor between your knees, too drunk to get up but coherent enough to look up at you behind bleary eyes.
He hated crying. He hated the stinging feeling in his nose, the way his lower lip trembled whenever he felt warm tears run down the lines of his eyes.
He knew that because of his job, he was expendable. In the eyes of the government, he was just some guy they kept around whenever they needed him. The government's favorite bitch.
At this point, Leon didn't want to be remembered. Not by Redfield, not by Rebecca, not by Hunnigan. Poor Hunnigan, been by his side ever since his mission back in Spain, he didn't think he'd survive that.
Sending just him on that assignment felt like a suicide mission to him. He didn't think he'd survive long enough to make it back to the States to restart the cycle all over again.
And yet he did. He survived long enough to meet you.
You run your fingers through his hair, gentle fingertips scratching slightly against his scalp. If Leon was a sick dog, you were the heater he clung to whenever he needed to lick at his wounds.
He leans his head into your touch, eyes closing as he sighs tiredly. More tears fall down the folds of his eyes. He didn't know how long he could do this. At least he had you.
“Promise me something, Leon.” You say softly, gently pointing him up to your face. His blues droop as he looks up at you, you smile down warmly at him. Radiating as always, his sweet thing.
“What is it, hon?” He replies back in the same soft tone, leaning forward.
“Promise me you'll always come back home. I just..” You look down at your lap as you speak. Were you crying, too? Probably. You shouldn't be crying over him, Leon thought. But you did anyway.
“I just need to know you're alright. That you're okay. Even if you aren't. You know how much I love you, right?” Leon nods his head, resting it back on your knee again. He didn't want to speak, and didn't want to ruin the moment as he looked up at you.
“As long as we have each other, we'll be okay.” You say, cupping the sides of his face. You lean in to kiss his forehead gently. Pulling away you look at his face, your eyes soften. You brush his bangs out of his face again. “We'll be okay.”
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leonsbunny · 4 months
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Bloody Kisses !! ♡
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( Vendetta! Leon K. x GN! Reader || your needy boyfriend making out with you at a heavy metal concert ♡ )
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Your hands run up the lines of his leather jacket. He presses you up against the wall, kissing up your neck hungrily. The heavy sounds of guitar riffs and guttural vocals are almost drowned out by the murmurs your boyfriend was making into your ear.
You try focusing your attention on the passerby. Not a single one of them was paying attention to what the two of you were doing.
“Don't pay attention to them, babe. Pay attention to me.” He places two of his fingers on your cheek, gently pointing your face forward and facing him.
Before you can say anything, he's pressing his lips against yours. You feel the stubble on his face, tickling your own as your hands thumb the apples of his cheeks.
The kiss felt feverish, heated like he needed this. Which wasn't too far off from what Leon was thinking. You, you, you. His sweet thing. You were his. Leon hasn't felt this in love since he was a rookie. What was it called again? Puppy love? Leon was no puppy, that’s for sure.
It felt cheesy to him to say you made him feel young again, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. Not like you could hear him that well anyway, the chords and riffs of guitars drowned out most of the words he was saying.
Leon pulls away from your lips to breathe. He stares at your features, and the lights above your head framed your face perfectly. A couple of spotlights on his sweet thing. Pretty like a picture, Leon thought. You had a dumb look on your face, a love-struck smile. A dumbly big smile made you look even prettier.
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leonsbunny · 5 months
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Let the Light In
( Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x gn!reader || late night angst w/comfort ♡ || mentions of alcohol )
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You soak in his warmth, strong arms wrapped around you like a weighted blanket in an oddly endearing way. You needed this. He needed this.
Another night of silent affection, a restless cold night of love without words.
Leon buries his nose in the crown of your hair, inhaling your scent. The smell of home to him, without you, this house would simply just be a place that he happened to sleep in. You made this home.
And for once, Leon wasn't drunk. He was surprised you stayed. He felt pathetic, a pretty thing like you shouldn't be hanging around to stay. Bad for you, bad for him.
And yet there you were, in his arms fast asleep. He studies your features, soft, everything about you was soft to him.
The only things that were soft to Leon were his hands, which was a surprise to him. He didn't think he could be soft in any way possible. Changed him for the better, he says whenever you bring up how much he's changed in the past couple of months.
“Sweet thing, pretty thing, my pretty baby…” He murmurs, as if you could hear him as you slept. He looks to his left, various items, and trinkets strewn about the room. A couple of photos of you two together, Polaroids hung up by twine. You insisted on twine, it'd be ‘cuter’, Leon thought it was a bit cheesy, even for him. How could he argue with you, though? The man simply couldn't. Couldn't say no to a sweet thing like you.
Various cutesy looking things, too, scattered about his room. Splashes of pink and yellow of Sanrio characters. My Melody and Pompompurin. Leon remembers them as your favorites. He liked Pompompurin more than My Melody, though. He was more of a dog than a rabbit person. He wasn't a bunny person? Rabbit person? He shakes those thoughts away when you stir in your sleep, grounding Leon back to reality.
You were real, and you loved him. You weren't a painting he could admire, a bottle of Jack he could drink his worries away with.
You were real and right in front of him.
To calm you down, he places his palm on your cheek, cupping your cheek in his hand to reassure you that he was there. He was real, too. Here for you. His sweet thing.
“Hey, hey, I'm here..” He whispers softly. Even in your sleep, you instinctively lean into his hand. How cute his pretty thing could be, cuter even.
Luckily, this calms you down, and you fall asleep again, leaning more into his chest. It was somewhat smothering, suffocating even, but he didn't mind dying this way. Surely, it'd be an angelic way to go out, death by his angel. His sweet thing.
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leonsbunny · 5 months
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I miss my bf ( Vendetta Leon ) please come home...
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leonsbunny · 5 months
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Vendetta leon has a grabbable waist I'm not afraid to speak my mind 🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
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leonsbunny · 4 months
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Vendetta!Leon is so pathetic n soggy wet cat coded he'd try to flirt with u with his motorbike... (he's trying his best)
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leonsbunny · 4 months
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Thinking abt vendetta!leon again...motorcycle bf save me...
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leonsbunny · 5 months
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Sneek peak at the vendetta leon angst fic!! I was inspired by a lana del rey song and a leon kennedy edit that I think I hallucinated bc I vividly remember it but at the same time I can't find it 😭
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leonsbunny · 4 months
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Posting a new fic soon pookies!! It's vendetta!leon btw. If u even care ♡
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leonsbunny · 5 months
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I feel sick writing this (I love vendetta leon so much he makes me ill)
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